Liz startled awake, her eyes slowly opening as she listened to the familiar sounds of the dark room.
Red was laying behind her, sleeping.
She lifted her head slightly, finally recognizing the sound of one man berating another. Someone else chimed in from down the hall demanding the revelers be silent.
After a few seconds, quiet prevailed.
The woman yawned, stretching slightly. She wondered what would have happened if the man behind her had been awakened from a sound sleep by such a disturbance. She dismissed the thought, cuddling back into her warm spot.
She sighed happily, settling more into the curve of Red's body. She stiffened instantly, instinctively rubbing her bottom closer to the amazing sensation she had just felt.
The stiffness of his body pushed against her backside, the heaviness of the erection very apparent.
She rolled her hips back once more, breathing shakily, enthralled by what she was feeling.
A hand gripped her hip, stilling her movements.
"Elizabeth..." Red's tone was a warning one.
He had awakened, having heard the people in the hall, when Lizzy had startled awake.
Imagine his surprise when the woman rubbed that tiny ass across his dick... purposely, not once but twice.
She stilled for a moment before pushing against his hold, intentionally.
"What are you doing, Elizabeth." he rumbled his discontent.
"I need to be close to you." she whispered, raking her ass cheek against his rigid length.
"Why..." he grunted shakily, grasping her once again, stilling her.
"I like when you touch me." she readily confessed.
"Have you decided on..."
"I don't want to talk about that." she felt the rigid length throb against her backside. "I've never felt you like this." she rocked her hips against him, sighing.
Red inhaled sharply, holding her hard against his straining flesh, almost sliding his cock between the crack of her ass.
"Dammit, Lizzy." he gritted through his teeth. "If you aren't ready, you need to stop." he firmly stated.
Her hand reached about, her fingers sliding his length, her thumb rubbing over the rounded head beneath the satin of his pajamas.
"Fuck." he growled low in his throat, the word both a description and a vulgarity.
His fingers curled tightly into the silk on her hip, holding his emotions in check.
There was no way in hell he could just touch her and not fuck her? Last night had been hard enough.
His brain rapidly shifted the pros and cons of what she was asking.
"Show me how you feel, Red." Liz moaned, delirious to be close to the man.
"You aren't ready..." he began, "I told you to take a couple days to think about this." he urged. "If we do this and you regret..."
"I won't regret anything." she convinced herself, her raging hormones dictating her actions.
"Yes." He ran his hand around her front, his frustration transmitted to his touch. "You will."
"I know what I'm doing." she whispered.
If he had a nickel for every time he heard that phrase, but Red had priorities as well. He knew at this point, he could not simply turn over and go back to sleep.
He had allowed it to go too far.
Red's thumb rubbed the underside of her breast of it's own volition, brushed her nipple, raising it into a peak within two strokes.
The full mound pushed into his palm, wanting more.
Red rubbed the hardening nipple between his fingers, causing a raw moan to escape from the woman's throat.
His fingers curved into the shiny fabric, pulling the cup down, exposing her to the warm air and his touch.
Liz gasped, rolling her head into the pillow beneath her, exposing her neck for the man's pleasure.
Licking and sucking the long nape, Red tugged, gently rolling the crinkled peak of her breast, palming the hot flesh, before biting softly into the pale skin.
His groan vibrated along her nape, the creamy mound overflowing as he cupped the voluptuous breast with an experienced touch.
"God..." she panted quietly.
Red rolled Liz to her back, his mouth eager on the her already swollen lips.
Dropping his mouth quickly, he suckled the giving flesh hungrily, grunting his approval as the pink tips hardened to tiny pebbles under his tongue's guidance.
Liz clutched the back of his head, pressing her breasts together, allowing him to suckle them both alternatively.
He sat back, the sight of the heavy breasts displayed in the cups of her gown, the wet nipples in the low light filtering from behind the curtains, making his blood heat.
Red gripped the center of the gown, effortlessly yanking the silk apart. He even enjoyed Elizabeth's slight gasp of shock.
"I'll buy you a new one." he rasped shakily.
Her loose breasts bounced with the motion, driving Red nearly out of his fucking mind.
Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled at the fabric once more, freeing her flesh to his heated gaze.
He could only see so much in the darkened room, but it was enough to know she was already glistening.
He crouched over her, the tip of his tongue licking a searing path up her middle to between her breasts.
The woman groaned her disappointment when he bypassed her sex completely, but then his hot mouth was devouring her lips, his shirt brushing against her body, tantalizing the woman even more.
"Tell me what you want, Lizzy." he muttered against her mouth, already knowing the answer. He had, after all, worked diligently to put her in such a state.
"Jesus, Red..." she raised her hips invitingly.
His fingers danced teasingly over every inch of her flesh except... where she needed it the most.
His hot fingers, drew shapeless designs down her body until they teased, sifting through the soft hair at the apex of her sex.
Red's fingers instinctively curved around the small mound.
The little muff was more than damp and slick to his touch.
And he was fucking touching it against every instinct in his body which cried out for him to halt this madness, he still continued his endeavors.
Pressing in gently, he massaged her vaginal lips, causing the ache in Liz's center to throb painfully.
Her breathing heightened, as she pressed the taut flesh of her breasts into his willing mouth.
He purposefully teased her, feeling the wetness increase with each stroke of his fingers about the slick vulva.
His mouth worked ardently on her pouty lips causing the woman's tummy to quiver deliciously.
"Does that feel good?" his deep voice purred against her mouth.
Her only reply was a shaky sigh of contentment.
He slid his fingers down, barely touching the top of her slit.
His eyes focused on that little face, which showed each and every nuance of the emotion welling inside her.
"Open your eyes." he commanded, his voice rough and raspy. The blue eyes openly hazily, unable to look away from the mesmerizing contact.
He ever so slowly slid his fingers alongside her swollen clitoris, smiling as he felt her tremble under his frame, her legs dropping wider in open invitation.
He felt her moistened folds, dragging his fingers along the dark curls of her opening. Spreading her gently, the pale tissue was slick with her arousal, smoothing his way to her inner heat.
Circling the lubricated tunnel, he breached her opening, pushing a thick finger slowly inside the molten depths.
Elizabeth cried out involuntarily, passion building in her core.
It was the sweetest sound the man had ever heard.
Jesus.
She was so tight.
Her body gripped his finger, closing in around his digit, trapping it in the confines of her heat. She felt so good, so wet, so damn snug.
He had imagined how she felt a thousand times, but he had never thought she'd be this fucking tight.
God, if she felt like this around his finger... what would she feel like around his cock.
Red slowly stroked her tiny tunnel, working his finger in a little at a time until he was knuckle deep in that sweet pussy.
"You feel so good." he praised the woman. "Do you like this, sweetheart."
"Oh, shit, Red." she bounced rhythmically against his hand, caught up in the emotional upheaval he was inflicting upon her flesh.
Red grinned at her honest reaction. Her body naturally needed to fuck... something. He had made sure of it.
"Do I make your little pussy feel good?" he rumbled softly in her ear.
"Red..." she mewled, gripping his arms tight as she rode that finger harder. "Don't stop..."
He watched his finger disappearing into her wet depths for a few seconds before clutching her hip bone, slowing her progress.
Elizabeth groaned piteously.
"Now, sweetheart." he soothed. "I'm only giving you what you want," he reminded, sliding another finger in alongside his other, stretching that hot hole open, "Let's take this slowly, shall we." He cooed, then began an agonizingly disciplined tempo, pumping his thick fingers in an out of the sensitive little pussy.
He watched the lithe body squirm and fidget, the woman unable to find any release because he would not allow her to do so.
And she was drenched. He could feel her wetness pooling in the palm of his hand.
He leaned over, kissing her mouth, tonguing her sensually, matching the rhythm he had established below.
"I want to feel your pussy come so badly, Lizzy." he whispered intimately. "Are you gonna do that for me? Are you going to come around my fingers?"
In response, he felt the first small fluttering indicating, that she was nearing orgasm.
"Fuck yes..." he urged the woman on, "let me feel this beautiful body come... just for me."
She clenched hard around him twice, then held it.
Red rubbed her clit soothingly, curling his fingers, tapping a spongy hardness inside her which caused the woman to clamp her thighs hard against his own, which now spread her open wide.
She pulsed hard around his fingers, the tight tunnel convulsing sensually.
"Shit..." he hissed, very much enjoying the damned show. "God baby, that feels so good."
"So good..." she moaned pitifully, her hips slowing their erotic movement, shaking uncontrollably. Sharp jolts of electricity spiked in her clit, leaving the woman quaking beneath him. "Red..." she mewed softly.
Red slowed his hand, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm pulse through her body. His mouth connected with her's throughout, the kiss deepening with each passing second.
"I love making you come." he purred against her mouth. He gasped then stiffened when he felt her little hand wrap around his thick erection, bunching the material of his pants to do so.
"Stop." he panted, the blood surging through his veins rapidly. "Enough..."
He had wanted her to climax but he personally did not wish to get involved anymore than necessary until all the logistics was worked out between them.
Her fingers tugged gently on the hard flesh as she had done last night, making him grow impossibly hard.
"N-No..." he grunted waspishly, even as his hips pushed into her touch.
Red closed his eyes to the sinking sensation, reaching down to still her hand's movement.
"I said, no." he released her grip. "No more tonight." his voice held a finality she did not like.
He pushed off to her side, falling back into the bed forcefully. The man dropped his head into the pillow, gritting his teeth, willing the throbbing erection to subside.
Liz rolled her naked body unto his rigid form, her lips searching for the man's.
He instantly responded, his fingers threading through her thick hair, pulling her closer. His mouth was suddenly demanding and rough.
Liz wantonly ground that perfect little ass against his crotch, wiggling suggestively as it settled directly over his painfully engorged shaft. She linked her fingers with his thicker ones, spreading his arms out into mattress.
Her free hand pulled at his shirt until she felt flesh against flesh, the soft hair on his chest very arousing and satisfying on the sensitive skin of her breasts.
Red snarled his growing anger, but it was not directed at Elizabeth or her actions.
Pushing against the hand in his, he rolled her over easily, pinning her to the mattress.
"Stop..." he breathed harshly against the mouth seeking his. "Before I do something you don't really want."
Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingers scratching luxuriously through the soft down which disappeared into the band of his pajamas over the tight, taut belly. She managed slip from his grip, sliding her hand under the elastic waist, grasping his erection before he could think to stop her.
"Fuck..." his head lifted as the man prayed to a benevolent God. He panted heavily, attempting to get his libido to settle down.
Liz stroked the fat length experimentally, teasing the head of his cock.
"Do you really need these." she tugged at the offending material, her tone an affecting pout.
She readjusted her hold quickly, lengthening her strokes on the turgid rigidity. She liked the feel of him in her hand, gently teasing his fat crown every few strokes.
All of Red's good intentions were rapidly evaporating. He pushed the cumbersome pants down to his thighs, out of his way. His erection bobbed heavily.
Her fingers caressed his neck, drawing him close to her breast. He latched hungrily to the offering, suckling her tempestuously. Their bodies intertwining sensually.
His fingers tightened around hers, holding her to her lascivious pastime, guiding her instinctively.
He thrust against the wonderful feeling, pumping her hand faster, feeling his cock head brush the softness of her heated tummy. His slit dribbled pre-cum on her white skin.
He watched her hand fuck his cock, the sensitive crown pushing into her stomach. His eyes darted frantically to her face, mesmerized to note, that she was just as intently watching the same scene play out.
"Holy shit..." he groaned his relief at the erotic sight.
He felt the build up of tension and release forming inside his body. He readied himself for the euphoric ride he knew he was about to take.
Kaleidoscopic hues danced just behind his eyes, a wave of pure unadulterated lust washed over the man as he gave himself up to the wondrous feeling.
His crown expanded, the slit oozing a thick wetness before thick jets of cream exploded from the tip, covering her flat stomach and breathtaking breasts in his hot, white cum.
"Oh god..." he panted shakily, attempting to come down from the incredulous high he had just experienced, "...Lizzy." was all he could manage, his body too sated... his mind serenely still.
Rubbing the underside of his cock through a drop of the slick liquid, he got lost in the feeling of how her heat felt against his frenulum.
His body quaked responding to the sensation.
He shivered hard with the last push of ejaculate from his over sensitized cock.
His head dropped heavily into her chest, as he gasped for some semblance of control. Shivers ran up and down his back in waves, especially when the woman's nails scratched his neck in gentle arcs of sensual degrees.
The silence was uncomfortable for the man, extremely so. Evidently his partner did not share such a feeling.
"Well..." Liz blew out a contended breath, "I feel better, you?"
Raising his eyes slowly, meeting hers. "Elizabeth..." his tone held a wealth of meaning as did his look, "we can't keep doing this."
She was stunned. "Why not." she questioned timidly. "Didn't I do it right?" it was one of her worst fears.
"Did I not make it clear that I would enjoy more from our relationship than just this?" he waved a meaningful hand, his brows furrowed deeply. "Sex."
Liz felt a small smile working it's way across her face. She thought he had hinted towards that subject, but to hear it from his own mouth was quite thrilling.
"I want you so much it fucking hurts!" he clamped his mouth shut, his lips pinched tightly. "I want to please you, I want to make you feel good." he explained. "But..."
"But what..." she felt a small trepidation.
"But I want to do this right." the man's shoulders stiffened with his resolve. "You deserve so much better, Lizzy."
"Better than you?" she questioned such a statement.
"Maybe, yes." he replied truthfully. "But I meant, you deserve to experience the excitement, romance, sensuality... affection, from your partner. I want to give you those things, in their due time."
"So you do regret wh–"
"I do not regret making love to you." Red replied sternly. "I only want to do right by you. I want to take you to dinner, a walk through the park, dancing..."
"I've done that stuff, Red." she tilted her head in confusion.
"With someone who wasn't hired to do it?" he gritted angrily.
She felt her smile fall a little, truly understanding what he was meaning to convey for the first time.
"Unlike that fucking bastard, I want to be here." Red pointed a finger into the bed. "I want to give you those things because you are worthy of having them!"
She stared up at the man, listening and finally comprehending what he wanted, truly.
"This is not just about the sex, dammit!" he tried to explain yet again. "I want to build something with you. Something meaningful. Something special."
Liz's lip quivered, her eyes misting.
"If you aren't ready..." he warned with a look, "and I don't think you are...I will wait, Lizzy."
He turned on a low light, rolling from the bed, adjusting his clothing before disappearing into the bath. She heard the water running. Her confusion growing until the man came back, sitting beside her on the bed.
He wiped the hot cloth across her skin, washing away the evidence of their activities.
She was so beautiful. For the first time, the man witnessed the perfection of her body, sans clothing.
On one hand, the sight of her torso marked, by himself, made him feel a primal wave of ownership.
On the other hand, he had no right to feel that... yet.
"I want to make love to you, Elizabeth." he clarified, his eyes masterfully holding hers.
There was no way she could misinterpret that statement. The fact made her heart thud loudly in her chest.
"But I would much rather do that when we're together, in every sense of the word."
He wanted her. He wanted to stake claim to her. Women did not understand such things. Most today would brand him archaic. Red only knew what he felt. He did not label things.
They had so much against them at this point. So many obstacles standing in the way.
He was trying his best to work through those barricades plus keep a young impetuous, and he was learning quickly, a highly sexual woman... happy and content until such a time as those blockades were no longer an issue.
And for the first time in his life, he was coming up blank.
While he was in his twenties and even up until before Lizzy came to stay with him, he had no problem falling into bed with an associate when the deal was made. Or even just a woman he met at a club, say.
He could get sex anytime he wanted, he was not being immodest.
But this. Her hesitant touch, her soft kisses, cuddling with her.
That was an anomaly. That was something he rarely allowed himself to experience, if ever.
Anyone else and he'd all ready be between her thighs, fucking her.
But Lizzy... there was something special going on here.
He enjoyed a good tease. He enjoyed hesitant touches and kisses of a innocent lover.
It took Lizzy to reach him, to reach that thing that had been dormant for so long. But it was there, like it or not.
Now, if she would only let him deal with it properly.
"This may come as a shock to you, but I enjoy being romantic." he continued. "I would like to have the opportunity to be that... with you."
"I want to make a life with you, share my secrets with you." he confided. "I want to lay claim to you... be given the right to call you mine, the correct way." he held up a hand. "Yes, there is a correct way."
She listened carefully to him, trying to comprehend all he was saying. She understood the words, she heard them... but never in a million years, did she think any of it would apply to her.
"I don't want a fuck buddy, a one time thing." He stated succinctly. "When I make love to you for the first time," he moved closer without seeming to do so, "I want it to be with the understanding, that I'll do it again the next day, and the day after that and a year from that day."
The woman had never heard anything stated so articulately before. It moved her deeply.
"While I would give anything to make love to you at this moment," he hated to say the words, "There are issues that must be addressed before I can do so. And having the option to make love to you ten years from now, is of far greater importance to me, Elizabeth."
The woman felt her old insecurities coming to the fore.
"I want to love you..." which was an understatement. "But having your love in return is priceless..."
Liz felt infinitely better now.
"I want something better for us."
He turned up her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. He wiped away the tears trailing down her cheeks, kissing the wet tracks.
"What ever you decide," he reassured, "I will still give you the Blacklist names."
Liz hadn't thought about that at all. She didn't care about any of it right now. All she cared about was making the right decision for them...
"But if do you want the same things that I do, then we'll make it happen." he advised. "Have I made myself perfectly clear?"
She nodded silently, hugging him tight.
"When you've decided..." he let it hang. "I will be waiting. I promise you that."